I don't have to tell you that we often meet people whom we know are special from the moment our paths cross. Doesn't matter whether we meet em online, in-person -- we just know we've come into some very cool human energy.
Deidre Knight isn't just a nice woman who writes great books, she's one of the best literary agents in the biz and, to the person, every one of her clients doesn't just respect her, they admire her. I definitely feel the same.
So please offer a warm Bella welcome to another Southern Bella, Deidre Knight. Miss Deidre, if you will...
I am a true blue geek. The good kind of geek—the best, I’d dare say—which is a sci-fi geek who suckled at the breast of the original “Star Trek,” collected black and white headshots of Spock and Kirk, and sat in the movie theater for seven viewings of Return of the Jedi. I even ate at Taco Bell all that Jedi summer just so I could collect the special Star Wars glasses.
One question I’m often is asked is why did I start writing about aliens? I guess that’s because the fact that aliens are the new vampires hasn’t quite hit the telegraph wires just yet. Trust me: Green is the new red. Translation? Aliens (green) are the new vampires (red/blood.) Clever, huh? It’s going to be my mantra from here on out. So how about helping me start a pop culture movement? Let’s forget that forty is the new thirty (I’m sticking by that one too) or grey is the new black.
Aliens are the new vampires.
Now don’t get me wrong; I love my vampires, my werewolves, and any other kind of paranormal entity I might read about. I’ve simply decided that a campaign for geekiness is now in order—that I need to proselytize the romance world with my alien love.
So let’s travel back in time, shall we? Let’s picture me at sixteen years old, and analyze what it was about Spock and the “Star Trek” crew that captured my young imagination.
I’d put it down to a few key episodes. Chiefly “Amok Time”, the one that revealed Spock’s unique mating urges. When you’re sixteen and at the prime of hormonal insurgency, well, that’s heady stuff. I thought Kirk was pretty much too hot for his own good, but Spock’s rational intelligence, his carefully controlled emotionalism, and his green blood fired my imagination.
From there I began to imagine faraway worlds, places where human women might broker peace armistices simply by marrying some hard-nosed alien ruler—all because he fell in love.
So my “talk amongst yourselves” question would be this: Why are some readers turned off to reading alien romance? Is it the fear of too many gadgets? The thought that the hero might have a huge “ick” factor, i.e. be slimy or horned or monstrous? Why alien fear?
I’d love to hear your thoughts!
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